— What do you really want? —his sunglasses of hers lay resting on the bridge of his nose, staring at the figure in front of him who was still and calm standing with his arms at either side and the yellow backpack dangling from her shoulders.
A warm smile formed on the lips of that person who looked up, fixing his dark eyes where the figure of that tall man was reflected.
— I want to see with my own eyes how weak humans are.
His response was subtle, something full of force despite being said that way, something that carried a determination formed over time and the grace of curiosity.
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But if I go back in time how am I supposed to tell this? Should it be so cruel to start with the deep pain of a person who simply had immense confusion and despair within him? Well... It would be for the best, since that's where this all started.
It is not easy for anyone to see the death someone with whom they have spent time, it doesn't matter if it was an important mission given by superiors, it didn't matter too much if it was failed, what mattered were the internal consequences that they caused to a person who despite being very tough, could also have feelings.
Getō Suguru's surprising and sudden change was chaos not only for Gojō Satoru, but for those who cared about him. He could have killed him right there, but he couldn't.
Being the only strong one seemed like he was wrong, he could only save those who were ready. And he repeated it over and over again in his head, that was something that brought an unpleasant lump in his throat that he wanted to rip out with his bare hands without fear of destroying his throat and splashing the ground with blood, but...
— What if there was something as strong as me?
The question he asked Director Yaga brought an arrogant smile to the white haired man.
The atmosphere was tense despite being only two people in that immense wooden room and its pillars, the lights of the candles illuminated the place, flickering with the soft breeze that came through the half-open door. The expression on his pale, uncovered face was highlighted by shadows, the blue eyes were softly illuminated by the dim lights, keeping the gaze of the burly man fixed on him.
Yaga moved his tense neck as he sat cross-legged on the ground facing the young wizard.
— Isn't that the question you asked yourself? —he licked his lips, moving her nose back and forth to relax her face—. What are you planning? —his voice from him was heavy, he didn't want to know the weird shit Gojō was bringing with him.
He raised an eyebrow, looking away from him to the side—. I'll make a bloody doll like yours —he spat.
Yaga could only let out a laugh that echoed from all four walls.
— A doll? Don't be ridiculous.
— Blood and flesh, it's simple —he stood up without taking off that arrogant smile that he had placing a hand on her waist—. C'mon! Help me. That way I won't have to be the strongest, although I doubt that if this works, that doll is better than me.
Masamichi Yaga's muscles tensed for a moment, Satoru could be the strongest and most troublesome but he was afraid that some idea as strange as this was getting into his head, he didn't want him to end up like Getō, losing more students was enough.
The director stood up firmly with a frown—. Where do you think Satoru is getting into? —he had come down to his level by calling him by his name, the formalities deviated.
The boy giggled—. What about Panda?
— Panda is another thing, it is not a curse of flesh and blood. Do you know the consequences that these practices can bring? You are entering to play with something that would be out of your reach —he shook his head in contradiction—. No, it's not even out of range, we'd just be identical to the cursed wizards we're chasing... We'd also be playing with... with...
— Alive, like a human?
— Satoru.
—Tsk —he clicked his tongue—, as if I couldn't do it by myself —he shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets, turning around to get out of there.
A doll of flesh, blood and bone wasn't like a plush doll like the ones Yaga made, a curse that had a body similar to a human had to be handled with extreme care, otherwise if it got out of control, it would kill its creator and everything that will cross it. If this were seen perhaps from the perspective of some subject who pastes posters on the walls of the streets offering his works to read the tarot or perhaps seen from the form of a civilian; black magic. It would be playing with fire.
Having his students between the eyebrows was what he used to do, but it was unsettling to have the doubt pierced through his head like an arrow every time he saw the white-haired man act normally after what was spoken that day. Shoko was not a major problem, she was always she was quite serious with his work, nothing out of the ordinary and the others, nothing to say. However, things collapsed at the Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Technical School when the strongest sorcerer tried to capture a living curse, a curse that had to be exorcised by order of the supreme to how dangerous it was.
He disobeyed orders that almost cost him dearly, to be expelled and considered a threat to his superiors and the institution. He was excused and severely punished.
That wasn't enough to get the insane idea out of his head until he remembered Fushiguro Touji's last assignment before he died, but if he still managed to have the boy under his tutelage to teach him, he would still be the strongest, the boy would I would be strong at some point but in how long?
He sighed as he dropped into the classroom chair, looking at Yaga without concentration and not paying much attention to what he was saying about the mission.
— And don't forget to place the curtain —he ordered firmly with his hands gripping the desk, it seemed as if he was about to throw it over his head.
— Yess... —he replied reluctantly playing with his sunglasses with a bored face.
Yaga took a deep breath looking at the floor for a moment to lift his hands and place them behind his back slowly as he walked to the door of the room, paused in silence for a few seconds and said—. Gojō, when you come back I need you in my office. It is an order from the superiors —said that he walked away with firm but calm steps.